She luxuriated in a bubble bath scented with lavender, her heart even now racing at the thought of finally meeting the One that had been there for her in the past 2 3/4 years. the One that she always seemed to come back to, and that through His actions showed that He cared. Today, she was going to meet Storm Sir, and she was terribly nervous, trying to calm herself. Thoughts raced through her head, the main one being what if He didn't like her in person, or the way she looked? She was worried about making a fool of herself, acting in an overly giddy way to the point of being totally ridiculous in His eyes. Storm's opinion of her mattered a great deal to her. She wanted this first meeting to be memorable for them both, for Him to enjoy being with her and finding her sexy. If she was honest with herself, she was also selfish enough to want Him to touch her intimately and have Him join their bodies, and more.
As she dried herself off, chelle reminesced, remembering how she first met Storm and the way even back then, He called her dear heart. She smiled, feeling that when T/they talked on the phone now, in some ways it was even more true then back then; that maybe now, it wasn't just words for Him. She closed her eyes, praying she wasn't deluding herself thinking that way, but based it upon His actions with her in the past. Storm always put her happiness in high priority, and was always accessible to her in one way or another. She never really felt that He had left her. Oh she would miss Him something fierce when they didn't talk or write, but He was never far from her thoughts. Nights were the hardest, because now, those times where she used to talk to Him online from home during the weekends were no more; her heart gave a sigh, wishing that that was still possible.
Breathing deeply, chelle lectured herself, trying to remember that some things happened for a reason, yet unable to fully fathom the reason for this situation. Shaking her head to dwell on that unpleasantness any longer, she thought instead to the day ahead, and focused on the possibilities that lay ahead, to forge a better, stronger bond with Storm. Hope was in her heart, that He wouldn't be disappointed, and that her time with Him wouldn't be stilted. For all of her flirting with Him, she was a mess inside, hot, wet, nervous, excited. Gawd, the emotions this one Man elicited from her!
Chelle looked in the mirror one last time, surveying her efforts to look presentable, to feel sexy. The feel of the pleated skirt brushing along her bare bottom made her shiver with anticipation. Her mind couldn't help but remember what Storm said He wished to do to her once they left the restaurant: That He wanted to take her to an isolated spot, and push her over the hood of the car, entering her body from behind as He leaned over her and bit her on the neck and shoulders. Chelle's breathing altered as she saw it all in her mind's eye, and felt her pussy getting wetter. Dazed, she shook her head to regain her bearings and picked up a small gift intended for the Dominant that was preying on her, even now. She did a quick inventory, making sure she had everything with her before leaving. Time was precious, and she didn't want to waste it having to come back here and get something she forgot. Satisfied, she gathered her things and locked the door as she walked to her car in a hurried stride, anxious to finally come face to face with a very special Man.
Chelle pulled into the parking lot and turned off the ignition. Breathing deeply she was slow to leave the car. Her hands were tight on the steering wheel in a visible sign of nervousness. He was One that had been a great friend that had almost been her real life Master. This was One that had continually showed interest in her development as a submissive, that never thought she was stupid, that listened and answered her questions. Rememebring how Storm had always offered His support to her in whatever way He could, she calmed down and was able to breath more easily. Feeling more relaxed now, she was able to exit her car without falling over herself, and managed to walk up to the entrance door, opening it and walking to the seating area. She told the hostess whom she was meeting with and was led to a table where a Man with white hair sat. He lifted His eyes, and she was caught in His gaze, wanting to flee and yet so wanting to run to His side and never let go. His eyes undressed her, travelling down her body. She could feel some of His thoughts, and knew intuitively that He was timing how long T/they were to be staying within the establishment before He could have her to Himself. When His eyes came back up to hers, she felt singed by the lust in His eyes, and her body trembled visibly under His bold and possessive perusal. She noted the curve of His lips as He smiled in male satisfaction, felt His eyes focus on her breasts as they heaved faster, knew His gaze went to the racing pulse in her neck. Her lips parted of their own volition. In those short minutes, she felt bare, stripped, and had to check herself from crossing her arms ovet her chest in a vain effort to cover her body.
Her eyes sought His continually during this time, trying to read His feeling within them, wondering what else He thought of her, if she was pleasing to Him. Her eyes held His for a few seconds, before lowering quickly to look at the ground, as she bowed her head imperceptibly, deferring to Him and acknowledging Him as One that was Dominant to her, One that she felt submissive to. Her being ached to kneel before Him and present herself as she had always wished, as she had always written to HIm in past e mails, opening herself to Him so that He could see all of her in a very intimate manner, to look at His leisure and touch whenever He wished.
"Hello, My precious pet", He said huskily, His voice shimmering along her already sensitive body. Chelle had to close her eyes for a moment to not shake hard, as she felt a jolt of need zing south, heat gathering inside her pussy.
"Hello, Storm hon, Sir", she replied, wondering how much longer her control would last. She was responding to Him on a very raw level, but it wasn't all just physical. She wanted to kneel before Him and sit at His feet; she was drawn to this One emotionally, mentally. She had known Him for such a while now, that her nervousness was almost gone, replaced by an intense aching need to feel Storm's touch and hear His voice again. She needed to be able to see into His eyes, and not only see what He may or may not feel for her, but also to let Him see inside her soul, to show Him what He meant to her. She Yearned to be called pet, dear heart, wench, submissive- all these names He had called her in the past, she now needed to hear them verbally. She felt so much His already it should have scared her. She still was to an extent, and knew she always would be, for He would always try to push her, yet her spirit felt freer and more alive than it had in a long time. There was no substitute for that sort of a rush.
Storm invited her to sit down and on shaky legs she obeyed. He removed her coat from her shoulders, laying it in her lap. He cupped her cheek tenderly before pulling on her hair and yanking her head backward, possessing her mouth with hunger and passion. She felt the control just barely contained and shook within His hold, her body responding to His need as she sought to get closer, opening her mouth beneath His onslaught. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and with a wicked grin on His face, He lay the coat total over her lap and took her wrists in His hands.
"You will order what you wish to eat, dear heart, but I will feed you. We have talked about how this meeting would go, and You knew if we met that I would bind your hands. You liked the idea, or was I wrong? If so, speak up now, because they won't be released until I wish it." He kissed her hard and put her hands in her lap, pulling up the front of her skirt. She was ordered to hold the piece in between her hands, and He bound her wrists thusly, so that He could access her inner sanctum more readily. He nibbled on her neck, licking at the pulse on her neck and biting harder, just enough to leave teethmarks. Later, he told Himself, He would mark her later in other ways.
Ordering in her ear to open her legs and keep them open, He whispered in her ear how He is feeling, that He is getting hard with the scent of her essence so close and knowing that He can touch her as He pleases. As He talks, His hand travels over her stomach and plants His palm over her mound, feeling the proof of her desire for Him. Storm makes her read from the menu as He plays with her nether lips, delighting in the way her cadence of speech alters so, the catch in the voice, the loss of her concentration. His ego soared as she opened her legs a little wider for Him, and her wetness caressed His fingers.
He turned to a bag that was at His side, and took out a Ben wa ball, just visible enough so that she could see it. After all, this was a restaurant, and He had to be careful not to attract any undue attention. Yes, He wanted to tease her and test His dear heart some, but He also was not going to duly embarass her. This was just the first time, after all, that T/they had met. He wanted her to stay with Him as long as His time would allow. Too soon, He knew time would run out, and He would have to go back to Angel. He loved her, but He also cared for chelle, and missed having a submissive/ slave very much. It had been too long, and He wanted to savor this time together.
Throughout lunch, He watched her as they talked, taking in her expressions, watching her signs of arousal, smiling at her flushed face, loving to say things that would make her blush, since she seemed to blush so easily. She talked of how her work was going, brought Him up to date on her living situation, how her daughter was, and how Carl was doing with the child support payments. He shook His head sadly and with no small amount of anger, when He heard Carl had been real bad about paying.
